That piece of a car in the driveway
Took us on our honeymoon
It broke down about halfway
Between the courthouse and the motel room
But you were right there beside me
Lookin' up under the hood
With a cheap bouquet and grease on our face
God, you never looked so good

Chorus
Oh, Jenny you could have married better
Found yourself somebody that was well to do
A millionaire instead of just a fellow
With a pocketfull of dreams and a hole in his shoe

I saved a month of Sundays
To buy you a little gold band
It's not as shiny these days
But it's never left your hand
I keep hopin' before long
We'll have our house on the hill
But money to burn or nowhere to turn
You say that you'll love me still